AN: Well….Here goes nothing! I love starwars- like, a lot. I love it. And I love Rey and Kylo/Ben so much. Like, I will go down with this ship...and loving them turned into imagining a whole new story for them, which ended up being a rather long work of Fanfiction! It's romantic, it's angsty, it's heartwarming, and heartbreaking. I hope you like it! Keep in mind, I write mainly for my own enjoyment, so there are 199% going to be some mistakes, but I try to keep them to a minimum! Also, to understand some particular points in this story as a whole, it's best to have seen TFA and also TLJ. I mean, my story varies a lot from the actual events of TLJ, but it is the same universe.

DISCLAIMER: I uh, don't own star wars, obviously, because If I did, Rey and Kylo would totally have made out already- I mean, what? Who said that?

Her wrists were bound, and there was cold, unforgiving metal under her back. She keeps her eyes closed for a second more, trying to sort it all out, but she's hyper aware of eyes on her. His eyes. The man who'd taken her away in the forest. Her eyelids fly open, revealing hazel eyes shining with more curiosity than fear.

And he's there. He's wearing a mask, but he's there. She clears her throat and struggles to speak.

"Where am I?" She asks, looking at him, not shrinking.

"You're my guest." His voice is distorted by his mask. She imagines most must find it intimidating, but she's known more than her fair share of monsters and there's something about him that tells her to stay calm. If he'd wanted her dead, she'd have been dead before he'd even bothered to bring her here. Then she remembers her friends- Finn, Han, Chewy, even little BB-8.

"Where are the others?" She tries to keep her voice detached, and even, but even so it wavers. He lets out a huff that might be a laugh it weren't for the mask.

"You mean the murderers, traitors and thieves you call friends? You'll be relieved to hear that I have no idea." He takes a step towards her, and her body stiffens of it's own accord. "You still want to kill me." It's not a question, there's no hint of surprise in his voice.

"That's what happens when you're being hunted by a monster in a mask." She hisses, and he freezes for a second before he reaches up to his mask, which makes a hissing sound as he presses a button; for a second, she feels fear. What lies beneath the mask? What horrible sight was he hiding? What could be worse than the mask? And these thoughts are why her jaw falls slack when he pulls the mask away revealing a very handsome, very young man, not at all what she had expected. Pale skin, black, untamed curly hair, and eyes so brown they were nearly black. Suddenly, a small, real smile pulls at the corners of his pouty lips, and Rey is struck by just how...beautiful he is. And then she realizes the smile came when she had felt the intrusion in her head, and she growls.

"Thank you." He says, the slight smile present even in his voice, and she's infuriated. He takes another step forward, and she angles her jaw up defiantly. "You know I can take whatever I want?" His words send cold fear pooling into her heart. He reaches out to touch her, and she turns her face away, suddenly trembling.

"No! Please!" She cries, and his hand flies away like he'd burned himself. She feels him in her head, but she's powerless to stop him this time as he sees her fear, sees him hurting her in the one way she'd managed to avoid being hurt before, and he growls, only adding to her fear.

"Do you think so lowly of me?" He asks, using the force to turn her face towards him again. "I am many things-"

"A murderer! A monster!" She nearly spits, and he doesn't deny it. The opposite, in fact.

"Yes. Many things." He agrees, obviously fighting to keep his voice level. "Many things. But I am not going to violate you. I'm not a rapist." His voice drips with such obvious disgust that she can't help but believe him. She automatically relaxes a fraction, closing her eyes and drawing a breath. Though he's already had time to look at her while she was unconscious, this was the first moment he could really take her in, without the slight tinting from his mask. She was extraordinary. Slender and delicate, but not without curves. Dark brown hair that was leaping free from it's ties, leaving tendrils around her face. Surprisingly pale skin for a scavenger, dotted with freckles.

"I can feel you watching me." She says, not opening her eyes, and this time he's the one who is surprised.

"What?"

"I feel it." She says again, slowly opening her eyes and meeting his, the fear of just a few moments ago completely gone. He turns his back on her for a moment, removing his gloves slowly, and he's so surprised when he feels the probing presence of her mind in his that he doesn't think to block it. "You want information from me. You want to know where the droid is. You want the map to Skywalker." He turns back to her quickly.

"I knew it! I knew you were strong with the force!" He says, taking another step towards her. She doesn't tremble in fear this time, and he realizes that despite everything else, she trusts that he doesn't intend to assault her. He reaches out for her again, but stops when he sees a vision in her mind. Water. Green. Warmth. Wind.

"Get out of my head!" She growls, and he knows that he's stumbled upon something precious to her. His eyes close as he sees it clearly.

"... You're so lonely... so afraid to leave...At night, desperate to sleep... you imagine an ocean. I see it - I see the island…" His eyes fly open when he feels her reaching back into his mind, and he focuses all of his strength on keeping her out. But then he sees the tears silently slipping down her cheeks, tears she's crying for years of loneliness, of abandonment, of fear, and hardships. And he sees himself at fifteen, feeling afraid and abandoned by everyone who had ever claimed to love him; and perhaps that's why he lets her in. He almost gasps as he feels her light in his head, so different from the darkness that rages around almost all of the time. It's familiar, and he revels in it despite himself.

"You…" Rey says, her voice soft and uneven. She sees vulnerability. See memories of a life gone by lived alone. Sees a young boy often left to the care of droids while his parents did everything they could to help balance the galaxy. She feels the want and the sorrow that he felt, the abandonment. She sees the moments that brought him to the darkness. And she feels, she knows- "Your name- it's-"

"Don't." He says, his voice a whisper.

"Ben." She says, and he reaches for her again. This time she doesn't tremble, or recoil. She meets his eyes as he bare hand caresses her cheek more softly than she'd thought him capable of, and instantly she feels a sort of tremor run through her, runs through them both that causes him to leap back.

"What was that?" He asks, looking at his hand.

"How should I know?" She asks, staring intently at him. They just stare for a moment, until they both realize that they can sense everything the other does; Kylo feels the cold metal on her back, Rey feels the electricity thrumming through his fingers elicited by the feel of her smooth skin. "Do that again." She says, almost a command, and yet he obliges without question. He closes what little space he'd put between them, and lays his hand on her cheek once again. The tremor runs through them again, stronger, but neither waivers this time. Slowly it ebbs into a sort of warmth that pulses through them like a river; where the others mind had been somewhat jumbled and hard to read before, everything became crystal clear.

And Rey saw so much.

Saw all of the stories she had been told, but through his eyes. And she saw Snoke through it all. Manipulating. Lying. Poisoning. But most of all, she saw the crippling loneliness and abandonment he endured every day of his existence. Her flesh heated as she saw an image of him and a girl, a scared girl, but a willing participant in the encounter, a gift from Snoke, she saw, as he'd tried to find some sort of human comfort, but only felt more empty. She could see that it hadn't been a one time occurence. And each time it had left him lonelier than ever, often disgusted, unlovable, unwanted. All he had was the First Order. All he could rely on was Power. He was alone. As alone as she was.

"Kiss me." She says quickly, and he pulls back again. But the warmth doesn't go. Doesn't even abate an ounce.

"What sort of trick is this?" He asks, his eyes narrowing.

"It's no trick. I know you can see my mind as I see yours. You'd know if it was a trick." She says, her voice much calmer than she felt on the inside. He's still wary.

"I don't want your pity." He says almost bitterly. "You've got nothing more than I do. You're as alone as I am. What right do you have to pity me?"

"None. But you want to kiss me as much as I want you to kiss me. I can see it in your mind." She says, her voice soft, coaxing.

"Say it again." He commands, inching forward.

"I want you to kiss me." She repeats, and his hands frame her face.

"Again." He commands, but his voice is softer this time, his face so close to hers…

"I want you." She breathes, and his lips brush against hers, sending jolts of pleasure down her spine. Where he touches her, she feels sparks of electricity radiating to her entire body. She lets out a soft sigh, which he takes as an invitation to deepen the kiss. Her mouth opens to him, allowing him access, and she surprises herself by gently biting his full lower lip, which only serves to make him growl, but not in anger. It's a low, primal sound she's never heard before, and it sends heat through her entire body. Her hands pull against the restraints, desperate to bury themselves in his dark, curly hair, but they won't budge. She growls in frustration, and he moves down to kiss the perfect skin of her perfect throat.

"I'd release you, but you'd try to run." he breathes, and she shakes her head.

"Run to where?"

"Rey…" he says, and she can't help but think how sweet her name sounds on his lips.

"I want to touch you- please." Her face flushes with embarrassment at her confession, but he lets out a low groan somewhere between pleasure and pain, and with a wave of his hand the restraints fly away. She should run. She should try to escape. But honestly, what are the odds she could get away with Kylo Ren standing so close? She honestly cant think of a reason to try as his mouth meets hers again, and she buries her fingers in his hair, her nails brushing his scalp, making him growl, which feeds her spirit, makes her want more. His hands trail down her sides to the hem of her worn shirt, reaching beneath it, stroking the bare skin of her stomach, leaving gooseflesh in the wake of his gentle caresses. It's wrong, she knows, but his touch, his kiss, him- he is everything. Without hesitating, she lets go of his hair, and reaches between them to find the fabric of her shirt, pulling it off, leaving her bare before him. She watches in amazement as his eyes grow impossibly darker, and he suddenly seems unsure of himself. She pulls him closer, and kisses him again, and he wraps his hands around her waist, settling them in the small of her back, slowly moving them upwards until his thumbs brush the sides of- "Ben!" She gasps, and that smug little smile pulls up the corners of his lips again. He turns his attention to her breasts then, and all she can do is let her head fall back as she revels in this feeling, made stronger by the strange, unnamed bond that seemed to have formed when they touched the first time. She doesn't understand this, doesn't even necessarily like it, not like this, with the man who'd caused so much pain in the galaxy, but blast it all, she craved it- needed it like she'd never needed anything before! And she wanted more. Her legs wrapped around his waist seemingly of their own accord, and she gasped again as she felt him so close to her core, felt that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Desperately.

"You can tell me no." he finally says, raising his head up to look into her eyes with wildly dark eyes that don't look dangerous any longer. They're too full of something else, something she can't name.

"I...thought you could take what you wanted." She tried to tease as she tried to catch her breath.

"Not this." He says firmly. Had he been able to think clearly, he'd have known that this was the moment to try to delve deeper into her mind for the information he was supposed to find. While her guard was down, while she was distracted, she wouldn't think to keep him away from it. But all he could think of was Her. Of how much he wanted this, wanted her. Wanted to be wanted. Wanted to make those little noises come from her throat. Wanted to kiss her and touch her and move against her until she was calling out his name.

"Take it." She said suddenly, pulling his face back to hers. "But take this off. I want to feel your heartbeat." She says, pinching the black fabric covering his torso. He obliged warily, but was ecstatic to see the look in her eye as she took in his frame, well muscled from hours of training every day. The Hazel turned dark, and somehow more beautiful than ever. She reached out, and felt his heartbeat under her palm, and he shuddered as she realized that their hearts were beating in time, and with each beat of their hearts came a gentle thrum of that warm electricity that seemed to travel between them. She kissed him again, and pulled him so close that it didn't seem possible, his forehead pressed against hers. "I should hate you. I should want to kill you."

"But you don't anymore." he said, again, not a question.

"No." She shook her head. "I can't stand the idea of you not existing." She didn't know why she'd admitted that; she certainly didn't have to. But it was true. Somehow, when she'd seen his mind, she'd seen all of his doubts and fears; she'd seen the call he felt, the pull towards the light. And maybe, just maybe, she could be the one to pull him back. He kissed her along her shoulder, marking her skin with his mouth, making her gasp and moan in pleasure.

"You belong to me." He growled primally as he slowly undressed her. "Anyone else who tries to touch you dies." A chill runs down her spine, but it's not from terror. She wants to say that she doesn't belong to anyone, that she doesn't need anyone, but she cant bring herself to utter the words. So she drags his face back up to hers, and kisses him roughly.

"And you belong to me." She whispered against his lips, and his whole body seems to hum in response. "I'm a scavenger. I don't take kindly to my precious things being stolen." He laughs a little against her mouth, and continues working her body until she can't take it anymore, and she sees stars.

When he was finally inside of her, she felt some pain, but she'd had worse. And never before had pain been laced with such pleasure. It was everything; for that moment at least, it could erase all of the pain of abandonment, all of the worries that she was worth nothing, because she could feel how much he wanted her, physically of course, and through the bond that had forged between their minds. He wanted her so much, that the thought was edged with fears of what would happen if her light got to him. She smiled into his shoulder and brushed her teeth against it a moment later as the fingers of the hand he wasn't using to support her weight laced with hers above her head. She goes over the edge again, finding it all too much with all of the powerful ways they're connected. He follows soon after, and lays heavily against her, but she doesn't mind. No, she adores his closeness.

"Of all the ways I thought my day would go…" She says after a moment, and she feels his laughter against her body.

"It's a good thing these rooms are soundproof." He says, and she giggles too until she remembers why these rooms were soundproofed to begin with. So that no one would have to deal with the unpleasantness of a screaming prisoner in the midst of torture. Reality washes over both of them like an ice bath. He pulls away slightly, staring at her completely mussed hair and swollen lips. She's radiant, perfection, a goddess of goodness and light. And she'd given herself to him, a prince of darkness.

"What now?" She asks hesitantly, her fingers making a slow trail across his broad chest. A thousand thoughts fly through his mind, and she leans back, waiting for him to settle on one. He should kill her now, as a kindness. He should take her to the Supreme leader, as he'd want him to, once he knew that she was force sensitive. He could make love to her again right here, right now, or-

"Get dressed. Quickly." he says, following his own orders. She looks at him for a moment before she pulls her own things on. She's just finishing as he puts he collects his mask again. "Do you trust me?"

"I trust Ben." She says, wary again. "Who are you?"

"Ben." He whispers, and he kisses her lips softly three times.

"Then I trust you." She says, taking in the smell of him for one moment. "I shouldn't. But I do."

"Good. Come on. We don't have much time." He explains, throwing a pair of binders on her wrists. "Struggle, but not too much. You should be weak. Supposedly, I've been interrogating you. My men will expect you to be in bad shape." He admits, and she feels a wave of nausea pass over her at his words. He puts on the mask again, cutting off her view of his beautiful dark eyes.

"What are you doing?" She asks before he opens the door.

"I told you. No one was going to touch you but me. Not in any way. I've seen your mind. I know you won't join me, won't let me train you. There's too much light. The supreme leader will kill you for that...and I can't let him. No more questions. We have to hurry." His voice sounds strange as he speaks through the mask, harsh despite seemingly gentle words. But she can still feel Ben there. However much he might deny it, He's not gone.